Post-Surgery Report

I’m a little bit in love with my surgeon, who, as the anesthesia began grabbing at me, tenderly stroked my forearm and forehead, looked deeply into my eyes, and said gently that I was very precious and that she’d take very good care of me.

All of which doesn’t explain the sudden welling of extra love for Big A--especially since there was nothing gentle about the way he hugged me post-surgery and little conventionally tender about the way he impudently said, “I’ve come to collect my belongings,” when he came to take me home :).

I’ve gotten chocolates, flowers, books, home-cooked food, an i-pod voucher, and L’Occitane moisturizer.

And Percocet.

In addition, and i’m a little mortified to admit this, I used the “but I’m having surgery line” to accomplish a bunch of odd stuff--from getting out of a waylaid-in-the-parking-lot conference with Li’l A’s gym teacher, to getting a refund on an internet order, to occupying the last available seat at the Borat screening.

And Big A tells me with a beatific smile that he sneak-peeked at my charts while he was visiting me, and that I have absolutely perfect… vital signs.

What girl wouldn’t love hearing that?



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Getting Inspired for 2008

<----- That's a vintage Ms Magazine cover touting Wonder Woman for Prez in July 1972. We've come a long way baby ladies, but we're not there yet.

How exciting and inspiring would it be if Rodham-Clinton were elected in two years or if, as early as two weeks from now, Pelosi were third-in-line to the Presidency of the USA... [daydream]

While on the topic--i really liked what i've seen of Maryann Breschard's docu, Running in High Heels, which focuses on the political campaign of a recent college grad as she she runs for the state Senate. It also features a range of commentators including left-winger Heidi Hartmann, who runs the Institute for Women's Policy Research and the infamous right-winger Phyllis Schlafly of the Eagle Forum.

In the New York area, Barnard, CUNY, and Fordham have copies of the DVD. If you've seen it in its entirety, please do cue me.



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“Have A Nice Say”

Was emblazoned on a T-shirt that Big A had in his closet.

And I was coolly persuading him to give it away. Not that it was horrible or anything, it was just another ordinary tee--but somehow, in my dream, i had intuited that it was a gift from someone in his 'Past'.

As I awoke, my dream deciphered itself in my head. Big A and his college g/f have remained good friends since they broke up like ten years ago. And the slogan in my dream is a play on her name, which features the letters “A,” “N,” “I,” “S,” and “A” prominently .

Everything fell into place.

My first feeling was horror that deep down I might harbor harsh feelings about someone who is very likeable and about whom i've heard some awfully nice things.

After that passed, however, it‘s been plain awestruck admiration for the brilliant wordplay in my subconscious :).

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Whoops!

I checked this page out today to realize that Blogger (bad Blogger!) had saved a week’s worth of posts as drafts instead of publishing them to my blog.

Not that you missed anything, but they’re all here and accounted for now--just in case the other seven gazillion blogs on the internets have nothing new and you needed an emergency assist with your procrastination problem. Or something.


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Best Advice Ever

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Came, appropriately enough, from my (dissertation) advisor.

“My dear girl,” she said, “You shouldn’t analyze your life as though it were a literary text.”

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Tricks and Treats

Before the birthday boy’s treat at Peter Luger’s yesterday, we had a court date regarding the garage door noise.

And it turns out that we have spent $1294.48 on trying to quiet the monster that is our garage door. A garage that we rent, in case you didn’t already know that.

That’s the price of a well budgeted ski vacation :/

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!!!!!!!!Happy Birthday to Big A!!!!!!!!!

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Not that I’d advocate astrology or anything, but Big A comes on all strongly Scorpio to my Pisces--yeah, it's that awesome :) .


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